Come, Let Our Souls Adore The Lord

Come, let our souls adore the Lord

Whose judgments yet delay;

Who yet suspends the lifted sword,

And gives us time to pray.

Great is our guilt, our fears are great,

But let us not despair;

Still open is the mercy seat

To penitence and prayer.

Kind Intercessor, to Thy love

This blessèd hope we owe;

O let Thy mercies plead above,

While we implore below!

Though justice near Thy awful throne

Attends Thy dread command,

Lord, hear Thy servants, hear Thy Son,

And save a guilty land.